GREENSBORO, NORTH CAROLINA, USA
Overlook St.
I see your premonition
sounds coming from moxie families
the sea is distant but it is there for you
the echo is right
here in front of me like miraculous void of shells...
I see your eyes like twin pearls
and your voice violins
FRIENDLY AVENUE
Oh my God...
look at all those churches
not a soul in sight
and yet they are inside dreaming
watching and waiting
for your soul
for your dead body,
and serendipity
STONE MOUNTAIN
Beethoven´s 7th symphony
in the back woods...
The Rock is gray and hard cold
high edifice climbing angst
passageways of leaves
and water
we are encountered in the spatial seeds
BREATHE
The column of
wind rays air
in rainbow sounds
and the choir of flowers
hymns, lyrics atoned with honey
in the white roses
crossing and flying
over the escaping mountains
CROSS-EYED
Bysymmetrical
patterns in your
eyes like selfies
in the dark of
your lost pupils
the tenement strong
of sight stands chilling
like a valley of roses
BETWIXT IS THE NIGHT
Christmas far away
toll the months and
sacred nites - ample
mooons...
Stars like rosaries
and stargazers
running on illuminated beaches
betwixt is the night
witches and tables turned Macbeth
in first suppers of
vegan violent revolutions
in this nightfarm
society
the peril of war
is the peace of the ocean
jump tell your tales
to the eagle, he will listen to it all
the scarlet macaw flies over
the estranged latin rivers
our death and futuristic
cities where things
are seen
betwixt the night frozen
(c)copyright 2014 Carlos E. Mijares Poyer, caracas, venezuela, cmijarespoyer@gmail.com
Overlook St.
I see your premonition
sounds coming from moxie families
the sea is distant but it is there for you
the echo is right
here in front of me like miraculous void of shells...
I see your eyes like twin pearls
and your voice violins
FRIENDLY AVENUE
Oh my God...
look at all those churches
not a soul in sight
and yet they are inside dreaming
watching and waiting
for your soul
for your dead body,
and serendipity
STONE MOUNTAIN
Beethoven´s 7th symphony
in the back woods...
The Rock is gray and hard cold
high edifice climbing angst
passageways of leaves
and water
we are encountered in the spatial seeds
BREATHE
The column of
wind rays air
in rainbow sounds
and the choir of flowers
hymns, lyrics atoned with honey
in the white roses
crossing and flying
over the escaping mountains
CROSS-EYED
Bysymmetrical
patterns in your
eyes like selfies
in the dark of
your lost pupils
the tenement strong
of sight stands chilling
like a valley of roses
BETWIXT IS THE NIGHT
Christmas far away
toll the months and
sacred nites - ample
mooons...
Stars like rosaries
and stargazers
running on illuminated beaches
betwixt is the night
witches and tables turned Macbeth
in first suppers of
vegan violent revolutions
in this nightfarm
society
the peril of war
is the peace of the ocean
jump tell your tales
to the eagle, he will listen to it all
the scarlet macaw flies over
the estranged latin rivers
our death and futuristic
cities where things
are seen
betwixt the night frozen
(c)copyright 2014 Carlos E. Mijares Poyer, caracas, venezuela, cmijarespoyer@gmail.com
GREENSBORO DAILY PHOTO
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